*Sniffle sniff* Thank you all so much for choosing to read this story, beiy. I know i'm just some random obsolete author, but if you hate all my other stories and don't read a single other thing i write, then just read this, beiy. OK? this story will be magic! Give it a chance and read the first chapter, beiy. I'll try to publish a chapter every Monday; but i'm stupid so don't hold me to it, beiy. Just trust me, okay? We'll get to happily ever after eventually, beiy. with out further Audi, chapter one!
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I, Mathew Williams Bonnefoy, in all my seventeen years, have never been so utterly, insanely board my entire life!
I've been laying here, listening to that stupid machine beep for the last eight days. One beep every three seconds; every three beeps gets a double beep. The machine keeps doing it's job, and I stare up at the off white ceiling, reciting the pattern in my head.
Nothing else to do in quarantine. Everything around me is white. I not only have my own room, but the whole third floor to myself. No friends to hang out with, no family to talk to, not even doctors stick around for long. Everyone scurries past. Stopping by once in a while with false smiles, wanting nothing more than to get away as quickly as possible. They don't want to be around me, no one does. they don't want to catch it.
They're not sure exactly what "it" is yet. Yes, i'm sick. But with what? They don't know, i don't know.
It's my own fault i guess, or rather my bodies fault, in the first place. Not only did i get Lung cancer, but it decided to act violently to the treatment. would you guess what that resulted in? Yup, my own heart tumor! aren't i lucky... The doctors were doing everything to help, but i wasn't making it easy for them (not that i could help it). in all the treatment, my immune system started to falter. Yeah. To put it in lament terms, i got sick. Not a problem, right? WRONG! Cause no one knows what the hell it is i caught! Blood test after blood test, and the only thing they know is it's a virus in my blood stream that is causing the cancer to spread faster and also degenerates my regular body functions. That at least explains all the blood I've been throwing up with the little food I've been able to eat (you know, they won't even let me have pancakes!)
They just need more time to learn more, through test and research, before they can begin to find a cure. To bad. At this rate, i wont last long. the three IV's in my arms aren't doing much for my health status. And besides, if i don't rot from the inside out first, the tumor is sure to get me.
"I'm so sorry, but your son is terminal" I heard a doctor say. And despite hardly knowing i was alive in the first place, my family (consisting of my two dads and brother) burst into tears.
That was three days ago; I've held out good, eh? but i think that's it for me. My head keeps throbbing like my skull is cracking, my body aches all over, and just breathing regularly has become a chore. They had me hooked to an oxygen mask, but it was scratchy and i at least want to die comfortable so i take it off.
I really have to use the restroom, and the vomiting has left my throat sore. I think there might be a water fountain down the hall.
In a second, my mind i made up, and i beg my body to get up. It refuses to move. So we compromise. wiggling first my fingers, turning my wrist, then flexing my elbow, i slowly coax myself into siting up. carefully, i remove the needles from my arms, the fluids now drip freely onto my bed, whatever. Next, i remove the clip from my finger, and untape the heart monitor from my chest. I feel a lot better with out all that medical crap any way.
My feet hit the floor with a soft thud, slightly numb from the pain killers, i stumble. Quickly getting hold of the dresser next to me, i prevent a tragic slip and fall.
Despite the temperature being nearly 100 degrees, i'm freezing and ready to climb back in to bed. But what the hell, i'm already up any ways. I wrap a blanket around me, before slipping out the room.
\(T^T)/
I, Gilbert A. Belschmid, in all my three years of death, have never been so utterly board!
I'm starting to regret becoming death. I don't really regret dieing; less of a burden on m little brother. I haven't gotten around to checking on him, but Ludwig was always a good kid, i'm sure he's fine. He might have only been 13 when i died, but he always acted so much older than me anyways.
It's my parents i was really worried about. They are really into the whole live life to the fullest thing. But i'm not sure if they were ready for the shock of death; i was only14, after all.
But who cares about stuff that happened three years ago! Whats important is now!
When i died, the old death who was so supposed to come collect my awesome soul totally retired. And i was all like "sign me up!" shouldn't have though. this is the most boring thing ever! first they fried to stick me in this old dark hooded dress thing they insisted was a robe. Whatever! it so wasn't manly. So the first thing i did was change the ugly uniform to a black shirt and some cool ripped jeans. course the angels complained about it being unprofessional, but i pointed out that none of them wanted the job and they shut right up.
Then there was the scythe. a huge metal sharp as all hell blade with bad as skulls and crap designs made of diamonds going up it. it was so awesome looking...but i didn't want it. Well, that's a lie, because i did want it. But more than that, i wanted my friend. they said we could choose anything i wanted to help me collect souls, i choose instead of the super awesome scythe, my little even more awesome chic who was with me that day and died right by my side. they said it was okay.
I honestly thought this would be so the most bad ass thing anyone could ever do, but really, it's just sad. watching peoples faces as they die. their families crying, people really fall apart after loss. No one can see me, and really, i'm glad they couldn't the first couple times (Not because i cried a little because i so totally didn't!)
But after three years, it just becomes another death. The soul talks to some times as i extract them from the plain of reality. usually just just confused gibberish or trying to bargain themselves out of it. but then Gil-bird will touch them and they're transported to heaven or hell based on the angels judgement of their lives.
But three years of this and i'm bored! Especially going through places like hospitals. To many crying families, and depressing drawn out speeches about how they'll betters themselves if they get to live. UGH! What a drag, time for this guy to go.
But this time is a little different.
It says i'm to go to the east wing on the third floor of Help-safe Quarantine Hospital for a certain Mathew Williams. Easily phasing through the door, i'm stunned to find the building completely silent. Not even the clacking key of a receptionist can be heard, and i scratch my head quizzically as i make my way up the stairs. On the second floor, it sounds more like the proper "say good bye to whoever is dying" setting.
It's still pretty quiet but with the distinctive hush of laughter and friendly voices. I stroll through the hall, just to see if the name Mathew will appear on one of the doors on the second floor in stead of the first. In one room, there's soft music, Video games, video games, puzzles, and all sorts of books in others. Nobody's alone. the visitor may have to wear gloves and face mask but it's obvious they wouldn't want to be anywhere but where they are with the person they care about. Vise-verse the patient seems thrilled.
But upon reaching the end of the hall, i realize the person i'm looking for is not there.
So i float up to third floor to continue my search. But i stop instantly. The third floor, is nothing like the second. It's atmosphere is cold, despite the blazing temperature, and i shiver. There is no warm glow of love or friend ship. the air is stale and bland and there is no movement at all. It's all white with a distinctive buzz of active lights and machines. Besides that, there is silence.
Frankly, it scared the shit out of me and i was about ready to run, until the silence is broken by a weak yelp and thud as something hits the ground. Cautiously, i turn the corner; going twords the noise. The sight pales me (which is impressive, considering i'm albino).
Slumped over on the ground, holding on to the wall for dear life, was the single handedly most beautiful creature i had ever seen. The person was obviously sick, but even then they were radiant. Wavy gold sprouts out to meet smooth creamy shoulder peeking out of a purple polka dot hospital gown that compliments enchanting mulberry eyes. their face is flush red and they are holding tightly to their chest. I float down to the ground in awe, and Gil-bird chirps. A signal that means I've found my target; this is Mathew Williams!
The sound of Gil-bird's signal and my feet hitting the ground does not go unnoticed. Mathew turn to me fully, and after an initial shock of my presence, he turns back around, uncaring.
"Fuck you, cancer!" He yells through gritted teeth.
I don't know what i was expecting but it wasn't this. Mathew tries to pull himself up on his feet. But when he stumbles back down, panting hard and sweating, it's obvious he can't support his own weight anymore. I run over. Putting one arm around his waist and holding his other hand with my own, i get him to a standing position. he looks at me with a blank face, before frowning. "you shouldn't do that. Don't help me, you'll get sick." he then breaks out into a violent fit of coughing, grappling desperately at his through.
I lift an eye brow, is this kid for real? He's obviously in so much pain he can't even breathe and i wouldn't be here if he wasn't about to die! But he's worried about me. shouldn't he be begging for help right now? "Don't worry, i'm to awesome to get sick." I tell him, because being death and having special; powers, i can kinda cure myself even if i did get sick.
But he shakes his head and tries to push out of my arms, knocking us both down in the process. he falls on top of me. "what are you doing here? who are you?" he ask softly with a confused look. he's so close to me i can feel that one wayward curl that divergently protrudes from his bangs gently tickling my forehead.
His eyes demand the truth, and in my momentary slip of sanity, i actually tell him. "i'm death..." the word spill out before i can stop them.
He freezes noticeably and then stops breathing. my own breath hitches upon realization of my words. but all the tension fades as a musical giggle and warm smile wrings out from the boy on top of me.
"I'm sorry *cough* i really do believe you. It's just, i guess i'm gonna die now huh?" he keeps smiling, and tears prick my eyes, for the first time in years, as i realize it's not out amusement, but relief. 'He's been waiting for me, huh...' i muse to myself.
I nod my head. what the hell, life is so fucked up.
"one thing though, could you tell me what kills me?" he inquires, leaning into me, coughing more violently. i sit up, leaning against the wall. really, i don't know, that's not my job.
"I'm not sure, but I'd assume it's the cancer you were just telling off." He just smiled at that, and i'm sure he would have laughed again too, if he didn't start to cough up a ton of blood. "Really?" He ask sounding amused, "It's the tumor that feels like it's trying to kill... me...n-" I caught him before he could pass out.
He started to shake violently, and griped his chest so hard that he broke past the skin and was now openly bleeding. But he still looked up at me with a smile. "I'm sorry. Thank you. You don't know how scared i was of dying...alone..."
And with that, he passed out.
I looked down at the boy in my arms. Pale and cold; where was his family? The doctors or nurses. Is he fated to die here all alone in a cold hallway but nothing but death to comfort him (literally)? Was there no one to grieve his passing? I know i will!... I will. I am death. i came here with a job to do, and now was the time to do it.
...
But i just couldn't.
I held him close to me; his head on my chest and my chin resting on that soft golden pillow of hair. "No, little bird, you're not going to die here. It's not right, i wont let you." Then i did something i'm not ever supposed to do. Some thing wrong and entirely selfish. Yet even after it was done, i couldn't bring myself to regret it.
\(T^T)/
Upon opening my eyes, i realized right away that something was off. First, there was no beeps coming from the machine beside me. Second, the brain-numbing silence was gone. Replaced by lighthearted whisper on the other side of the door. And third, i felt...good!
that was the biggest shock of all considering i was both cold and hot, shaking like crazy, coughing up blood, and ready to die when i went to sleep... When did i go to sleep?
I looked to the door where the voices were coming from. Another surprise: Papa and Dad. What were they doing here? They hardly ever visit me in quarantine. And were they... laughing!?
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of foot steps next to me. "Okay this must all be a dream." I mumble at the image before me.
"Mattie! You really are okay! I cant believe you're actually making a full recovery! You totally pulled through all that stupid cancer and junk! you made it and i love you so so so so so so much i can barely STAND it! I'm super sorry the hero couldn't save you before, but you can't exactly punch terminal illness. Have a burger, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I finally move the greasy bag away from my face long enough to stutter out a shocked reply to my brothers rant. "A-Alfred? What are you doing here? What are you talking about?"
He goes in for another bone crushing hug (I never could handle my brother's strength) and tells me that they're all so happy. "Mattie, like i said, you made a full recovery! you're entirely healthy! we're going home, here get dressed!"
I could hardly comprehend the unfathomable words he was telling me. "healthy?" I whisper, and he nods his head vigorously and shoves a file in my face. "Mathew Williams... Full recovery... To be sent home upon consciousness." i mumble the words to myself, skimming through the page. "oh." i say, "guess i should... get dressed." Al looks at me like i'm crazy, but then it passes.
"You're weird Mattie; all you can say is 'oh'? Well, least you're still livin'!" He then tears out the room shouting 'Mattie's up, Mattie's up!' "oh Al..."
Dad and Papa come in soon after. they're done with tears, the only evident being the dried salty streaks down their faces. they really are the most relieved people in the world in that moment. Papa ruffles my hair, kissing my forehead affectionately. Dad hugs me for the longest time, before he starts to cry again and they leave me to get dressed.
It's weird to stand with out difficulty, after so long lying in bed. But i make way over to the built in shower across the room, and briefly wash up. I brush my teeth and get dressed in the clothes Alfred left for me (It's the blue jeans and red hoodie i arrived in, freshly washed and dried). then i shuffle out of the room that held me for the last eleven days (apparently I've been sleeping for three days) and walk down the stairs, to the lobby, were my family is waiting for me. "Ready to go, Mon pieteit?" Papa ask.
I nod my head and we leave. The drive home is as amusingly loud and playful as always. chatter, laughs, and fun. Papa tries to grope us all, Dad hits him and calls him a frog, Alfred banters about being a hero, and i smile, casually commenting when needed.
We pull up to the house and dad looks me over one more time to be sure i'm absolutely okay. "It's good to have you back, poppet." He says with a smile and i smile back with a nod. We file out the car, and i make my way up the stairs.
"what is it...?" i mumble. For some reason i haven't been able to shake the feeling that i'm forgetting something very important. I did everything i would usually do, but the thought was still on my mind. I forgot some thing, but what was it!?
The answer hits me with violent realization upon opening my door to my room. "EEEK!" I yelp at the figure that sits casually on the carpet, playing with my lazy pet polar bear, what's-his-face.
"Oh, hey birdie, looks like you're finally awake."
Well that's all for this chapter folks, beiy~! That's the set up for this beautiful heartfelt romance comedy beiy. I promise to add more fun stuff to lighten the mood in the next few chapters beiy. And i do know the plot i'm going for so don't worry, it's not just another of my random PWP's. However beiy, i'm not sure if i want Cuba or Ukraine to be Mattie's best friend. And more characters will show up once they get to school beiy. Plus I'll explain lots of things in the chapter. Till then! Be~iy!
P.s reviews are appreciated beiy, specially on the Cuba or Ukraine issue. Beiy, but I'll figure something out if not.